Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
subhadip bhattacharya Poems
He reads long fought battles. Discoveries made long ago. Travelers challenged in unknown lands. Of discoveries made
There comes a time, when our lost boys grow old and age very much.
A poem was in my head, and it won't come out so I came out 5 o' clock in the morning.
Glasses wiped, plated stacked. The last guest has left early and it is only ten thirty.
Why do we write poetry? Well I do not know about everybody, but I can tell you for a lot of people. When we are tired and bored about
A ghost has entered in my friend and he sits there idle doing nothing staring at pictures
Some see black, some see white, some see everything in black and white.
What time the shift starts...
It is one of those eras of travelling.Women - sun tanning.Laptops, cell phone. No it is not the smaller things in life that matters. But the larger goal, the bigger picture, the big question. To what purpose, why, at what time.At what time the shift starts. Is cooking a good recreation or no? Fast cooked like veggies, bringing down to the question of travelling and travelling and staring.
Two girls sitting at a corner. Eats pizza for lunch. Her skirt's colour is blue.
Under the sky, along the wide road, if you travel for sometime, you will get the job,
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
The chicken or the egg.
After travelling many places, after reading many books. After meeting many people, going through customs, cultures,
This world is a madhouse.
This world is a madhouse, and I am in a straitjacket. Of course it loosens up when there is an uniform to wear,
red riding hood
Little arms and legs, full of freshness. I don't see the harm.. the delight,
Comments about subhadip bhattacharya
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
He reads long fought battles.
Discoveries made long ago.
Travelers challenged in unknown lands.
Of discoveries made
with not much of ado.
Of swords, guns, cannon balls
of tents, written documents discovered.
channel discovery seen
with a child's delight.
Of sword fight, knights,
trench warfare, grenade...
Of a sword that ran through
to put all the restlessness at rest.
Discovery, and national geography,
gazing through his balcony,
two little birds,
in a lover's nest.